I wanna crawl in your skin and have dreams about Bobby Kennedy tonight.
he was fingering me to the beat of a lady gaga song. new high? new low? i don know, but i came, so whatever.
grab my backpack.....its in the fridge
Just think about how many life skills I lack. Cooking... Driving... Sobriety...
Preparing for wine wednesday. How would you feel about improvising and starting a white russian wednesday tomorrow instead? you know, shake things up a bit.
I knew we would be good together when you made me lick jameson off your boob while you screamed along with racks on racks
when seducing a hipster, do you think taking a nude pic on a lomo-camera app would increase my chances? grainy off-colored boobs and telling him how much i like reading salinger?
I should've been more social I guess. I feel bad not meeting the people who willingly sucked alcohol out of my navel...
HIS TAN HAS PUT ME TO SHAME. HE TOOK HIS PANTS OFF AND HIS DICK LOOKED LIKE A GHOST
I am here to underwhelm you with my vagina
I'M SO WET FOR FREEDOM
The highlight of the night was when he yelled "WAS THIS CONDOM MADE FOR TODDLERS??"
feelin groggy baby? need a coffee? vitamins? a nice good fuck on the piano?
I still don't understand if he's using me to write his resume or if we're dating
Does this cleavage amount say, “Fuck it, I’m over dating, let’s just fuck?”
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